Chapter 39
CASSIDY
“Holy shit!” I whine. “There. Right there.” I lift my hips and grind against the scruff of his jaw. “Don’t stop licking,” I chant. “Please, don’t stop.”
His wet tongue slurps at my juices, and I relish the sound. He shakes his head from side to side, adding the perfect friction between my legs and escalating my growing arousal.
“That’s it. Keep fuckin’ my face, Little Demon,” he growls.
“Yes!” I pant, and ball the sheets in my grip.
“My cock is so hard hearing you squirm, baby.”
“Don’t stop!”
He flicks his tongue up and down my clit, toying with it, then he curls it inside my hole.
“Mmm, your pussy tastes delicious. You taste so good pregnant, Cass.”
I whimper with each sound he makes, and each filthy word sends a wave of ecstasy through me.
“Watch me, Little Demon. Sit up and watch me eat your pussy like the madman you make me.”
I rest up on my elbows, my chest heaving.
“Grab my hair and fuck my face. Show me how rough you like your man to please you.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I moan, release the sheet, and take a hold of his hair, and his eyes flare wildly.
“Fuck yes,” he groans as I lift my pussy to his face and use his hair to drag him up and down.
His scruff against my slick folds gives the perfect bite of pain to the pleasure of his tongue thrashing up and down my opening.
“Holy shit, Colton. Keep doing that. Please keep doing that.” The man delivers, tenfold, and when he slides two fingers inside my pussy and presses down on the muscle separating it from my ass, I soar into ecstasy.
I throw my head back, closing my eyes. My body tightens, and the most exhilarating pleasure comes over me. “Yesss!”
“Fuck, Little Demon, I love when you take what you want from me.”
I snap my eyes open, and Killa is grinning as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand before sucking his fingers into his mouth.
“You taste so fucking incredible.” He undresses, and my body clenches with how deadly he appears in the dimly lit room and the way his tattoos ripple with the movement of his muscles.
I can’t wait to feel the weight of him on top of me, pinning me down and forcing me to take his thick cock.
“Shuffle your ass up the bed. I don’t want to hurt your legs moving you.” How can a man so lethal be so considerate? This is just another reason I love him.
The violence and the softness.
A contrast reserved solely for me, Noah, and our baby.